"Mr. Torin Eikum!"
Roger Eikam immediately rushed over, throwing himself down beside Mr. Torin Eikum.
When he felt for his breath and found there was none at all, despair crushed him—he felt like he'd lost the best chance to repay the benefactor who had helped him.
When he opened the last letter Mr. Torin Eikum had left in his hands, he found it contained only a single sentence.
No lengthy farewells. No clinging reluctance. Only one line:
"What you want to know is in the Tybur family's hands."
"The Tybur family?"
In an instant, Roger remembered what Mr. Torin Eikum had once told him before—true Marley had been controlled by the Tybur family. They held Marley's military authority and other powers.
But now Marley had been destroyed. There were barely any Marleyans left at all.
So how was he supposed to find the Tybur family?
Clutching the letter tightly, Roger returned to his residence with a heavy heart. Seeing the concerned looks of the old veterans who had followed him through campaigns across east and west, Roger felt they couldn't really help with this, so he waved it off, saying it was nothing.
But he couldn't fool Nelly Quick's eyes.
Nelly took one look at Roger and knew there was something weighing on his mind.
So when Roger returned to his room and was just about to lie down, there came a knock at the door.
"Come in. It's you, isn't it, Nelly?"
Roger guessed immediately. After all, Nelly had followed him for so many years. He understood Roger's worries, and he understood Roger's sharpness too. The two of them had built an unspoken, solid rapport.
When it came to defeating Dior, Nelly's advice had helped him enormously.
If it hadn't been for Nelly, Roger might still be fighting Dior right now, locked in a deadlock.
Because if you couldn't kill him, you could only be dragged along—dragged until you died.
"You've already figured out what I'm here to ask." Nelly bowed slightly toward Roger. "Tell me."
Seeing him like that, Roger nodded.
"Do you remember the Tybur family, the ones who once held the War Hammer Titan?"
Nelly thought for a moment. "I do. I even studied that family's history. They betrayed King Fritz, helped the Marleyans stab him in the back, and in the end, they even turned the Titans at King Fritz's side against him. That family isn't simple."
"Exactly. Now I want to find them."
"Find them? Weren't they destroyed in your Rumbling? I remember Marley was completely crushed by your Titans. No living people were left."
"And that's exactly what I'm worried about. If I accidentally killed them all earlier… then I'll have no way left to deal with the greatest threat this world still faces."
"Oh? Didn't you say last time the threat was already gone?"
"Yes. The immediate, burning threat is gone—but that doesn't mean the true threat has been completely eliminated. Right now I need something that's in the Tybur family's hands. I don't know what it is yet, but I have to find them as soon as possible."
Hearing that, Nelly fell into thought. "If it's finding people, I think I might be able to help. And while we're at it, you can also spread your rule across the entire world."
"Oh?" Roger asked. "Explain."
"The power of Titans is weakening step by step. Every country is developing weapons to counter Titans. Maybe in fifty or a hundred years, people won't fear Titans anymore. Even if you launch the Rumbling, it might be effectively contained. So I thought of a way to ensure they can never form an alliance."
"What way? Tell me."
"Break up all the Scorpion Gang soldiers and scatter them across every nation in the world. If you ever need it, then with a single order, they can transform into Titans and appear anywhere. And because they're embedded all over the world, they can also gather all kinds of information and send it back to you."
Hearing this, Roger nodded—though the plan felt oddly familiar.
"Yes. It's exactly the plan you once used to oppose the royal government," Nelly said with a smile. "I stole it."
He truly admired Roger from the bottom of his heart—his nerve and his strategic mind.
Roger smiled as well.
So it was a trick he himself had once used. He'd been so focused on how to find the Tybur family that he really hadn't considered this angle.
"Not bad. It's a good method. But how do we get these people to every country? If we have them apply for visas and settle abroad, those aren't easy to obtain. Unless they go as undocumented black-market identities—but that's hard to hide in other countries too. Wouldn't they be discovered easily?"
"You can rest assured. Human rules can be broken by humans. Leave it to me—there won't be any problem."
Nelly smiled, bowed, and slowly withdrew from the room.
Seeing that confident smile, Roger knew—this was basically settled.
Things like visas and even passports… if it was Nelly, a master of disguise, it really might work.
And the result was exactly as he expected.
Success.
Every member of the Scorpion Gang was given a fabricated identity and documentation, then sent to every country across the world.
Nelly even took each nation's land area into account, inserting one to five soldiers to quietly lie low, as appropriate.
When he brought the chart to Roger, Roger nodded in admiration. When it came to cunning, Nelly really was Eldia's number one.
On top of the Wall, Nelly and Roger looked down together at the Scorpion Gang below.
Even after one round of downsizing—filtering out every disloyal bastard—there were still plenty of loyal old members left.
Every soldier wore a resolute expression. And because they had endured countless battles, their bodies bore all kinds of scars.
Yet no matter how brutal the scar, they would never abandon Roger's orders.
In their hearts, Roger was heaven. Roger was earth.
And what heaven and earth commanded—they would fulfill, even if it meant charging through fire and boiling oil.
"We offer our hearts to Roger!!"
The soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs.
"Good. Move out!"
With Roger's single command, every soldier mounted up and charged out through the gate.
Under Nelly's direction, they would head to the harbor and be shipped by boat across the world.
And after every last one of them had been placed, Nelly immediately posted a statement on the international forum.
"The Rumbling has been deployed to every country in the world. If any nation refuses to obey Eldia's rule, then what awaits them will be destruction by Colossal Titans."
After receiving that statement, every country trembled, not daring to say a word.
Right now, they had no ability to resist those Colossal Titans. So they could only coweringly "respect" the Eldian Empire—while calling the world a merciless hell, and Roger a devil who had crawled out of it.
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